Brother Cadfael 05: Leper of Saint Giles

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    He came striding forward in haste. "My lord abbot, what is this? Our wanted man here at bay within your walls? What is happening here?"
    "That is what I am bent on discovering," said Radulfus grimly. "Within my walls indeed, and within my jurisdiction. By your leave, Sir Gilbert, it is my right here to enquire into such an unseemly brawl as this." He cast a glittering look about him at the ring of armed men. "Put up, every man of you. I will not have drawn steel here on my ground, nor violence done to any." The same fiery glance lit upon Joscelin, braced and wary in his corner, dagger in hand. "And you, young man - it seems to me I had occasion to use similar words to you once before, and to warn you that this house also has a punishment cell, and you may find yourself within it if you so much as touch hilt again. What have you to say for yourself?"
    Joscelin had regained his breath enough to speak up for himself with spirit. He spread his arms to show there was no scabbard of sword or dagger upon him. "I brought no weapon within your walls, Father. See how many circle me! I have borrowed what offered, to keep my life, not to take any other man's. My life and my liberty! And for all that these may say against me, I have never stolen or killed, and so I'll maintain within or without your jurisdiction, as long as I have breath." He was running out of it by then, partly from his exertions, and partly from the choking force of his anger. "Would you have me offer my neck tamely to be wrung, when I have done no wrong?"
    "I would have you abate your tone to me and to these secular authorities," said the abbot sternly, "and submit to the law. Give back the dagger, you see it cannot avail you now."
    Joscelin stared back at him for a long moment with grim face and hostile eyes, and then, abruptly, held out the hilt of the dagger to its owner, who took it warily, and was only too glad to slide it into its sheath and back away out of the ring.
    "Father," said Joscelin, and it was a challenge, not an appeal, "I am in your mercy here. Your justice I might trust more than I trust the law, and I am where your writ runs, and I have obeyed you. Examine me, of all that ever I did, before you give me up to the sheriff, and I swear to you I'll answer all truthfully." He added quickly and firmly: "All, that is, as concerning my own acts." For there were those who had helped and been good to him, and he would do nothing to bring them into question.
    The abbot looked at Gilbert Prestcote, who met the glance with a considering smile. There was no great urgency now, the fellow was trapped, and could not escape. There was nothing to be lost by conceding the abbot's prior authority here. "I bow to your wishes in the matter, Father, but I maintain my claim to this man's person. He is charged with theft and murder, and it is my duty to hold him fast and produce him in time for trial on those charges. And so I shall-unless he can satisfy both you and me, here and now, of his innocence. But let all be done openly and fairly. Question him, if you so please. It would be helpful also to me. I would prefer to turn the key on a manifestly guilty man, and have your own doubts, if you entertain any, set at rest."
    Iveta was on her feet by then, running anxious eyes over every face that showed fitfully in the flickering light. Horsemen were still riding in one by one at the gatehouse, and staring in open-mouthed wonder at the scene within. She caught sight of Simon at the back of the crowd, newly arrived and startled and bewildered like the rest, and Guy behind him, just as dumbfounded. Not everyone here was an enemy. When she met the sharp black eyes of Agnes, there at Prior Robert's shoulder as they had emerged from Vespers, she did not lower her own eyes. This time she had ventured so far out of her old self that there could be no returning. It was not she who showed uneasiness, not she who punctuated a glare of naked dislike with frequent and hurried glances towards the gatehouse, noting each new arrival, and unsatisfied with all. Agnes was waiting and hoping for her husband to come, and resume his authoritative role, which in his absence she felt slipping out of her own fingers. Agnes was afraid of what might yet transpire here while her lord was not there to master it.
    Iveta began to descend the steps up which she had groped blindly at Joscelin's entreaty. Very slowly and stealthily she came, stair by stair, not to break the tension